Day 4 #30DaysChivalry What Was The Most Romantic Thing That Ever Happened To You?
Ahhh, romance! I’m a sucker for a good boy-meets-girl story and I love a happy ending, so I’d love to know,
What was the most romantic thing that ever happened to you?
My story goes like this: In February, 1995, I was a 27yo writer, living in Oklahoma, with this new computer that had fancy new thing on it called a modem! I was on America Online and stumbled across a singles bulletin board. I answered a very funny posting and thought nothing of it. But a couple of days later, a young man in Massachusetts replied to me. We struck up a conversation of emails that lasted nine months. In September 1995, I agreed to fly to Boston to meet him face to face. Scariest thing I ever did. But when I met him, I knew. Then I met his mother, and I really knew. By Thankgiving, we had plans and I was moving to Boston to be with him. By Christmas we were in love. By the end of January of 1996, we were engaged. Now? We’ve been married 16 years and have five kids. My story is my favorite, and I skipped all the super romantic parts for the sake of time (and there were a LOT!)
So tell me yours! I’d love to hear it!
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So many to choose from, I may be married to the UK’s most romantic man, although he is closely seconded by my first husband.
My first husband presented me with an eternity ring when I was pregnant with our first child, to get the correct size and colour to match my engagement ring, he drew round the ring and then went through every shade of blue pen to match the stone.
With my second husband, our wedding proposal was romantic, he prepared a meal and we watched Serendipity (he recorded it as the title is my favourite word)
Between the meal and the film he presented me with a book of blank postcards. On each 1 he had written a a little something about how much I meant to him. Things like ‘I know in the race for your love I may only achieve bronze, but know that your love for M and for the children is important’. When I read through the cards he then presented me with a box wich said only open this if you will marry me.
The first Valentine’s Day we were dating, Ian coordinated with my roommate and another girl on my floor (I lived in the girls-only dorm so all males had to be escorted). When I got back from my morning classes, I was surprised by roses sitting on my keyboard and sweetheart candies on every flat surface that belonged to me in that tiny dorm room. He had carefully scattered them all over my desk, my bunk bed, a shelf in the fridge. And he had carefully picked out only the good ones. None of that “txt me” nonsense.
He’s always sweet and romantic (he was known at our favorite gift shop back in Kansas as the flower guy because he got atypical arrangements for me quite often just because), but that Valentine’s Day was extra memorable for me because after years and years of watching classmates get called to the school office to pick up their special flower/teddy bear arrangements from their boyfriends and wishing my name would be heard over the intercom, I wasn’t left out anymore.
(Side note… in retrospect was it really a good idea to disrupt the last two hours of classes by accepting then distributing Valentines in front of fragile, single middle school girls with delicate self esteems? If we have girls, and they attend a school that does this, Ian and I will make sure their names are always called so they remember they’re loved and they don’t need to settle for some not-worth-it guy to feel special. My dad did this for me my senior year, and I loved it.)
VERY ROMANTIC! Glad you shared this!
Totally gushing over this, Ko!